When I was at the lake with Bug’s family a couple weeks ago, it was the opposite of when we’d been there for the 4th of July.
It was so quiet…peaceful. It was strange, but in a nice way, to be on a completely silent beach, walking alone.
I’m not sure what this random hut was about…?
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Comments warmly welcomed! :-)